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know, I'm sticking to the plan
Fireman Sam, gotta put out the fire
And stack 'em in my van (you hear that)
I won't call Danny Weed or Flowdan
I pull

and trappin' like I'm a blacksmith, word smith
Dot your I's and cross my T, my flows a tyrant 
Gonna take over the world, you'll see

It's K.M.T. from the T.G.C.

on my side that I 
Do get some love
If you fuck with me my bipolarity will end my enemy 
Yes I'm Bipolar that means I got 
Two states of minds 
I would

you worry bout the hate someone always throwing shade
Used to be duffle bag boy always pushing weight
Smith n Weston's on my waist so I was never afraid

the features and I'm still chasing
Met some like minds created brotherhood now we all adjacent
The war paths in the past got my daughter in the bath
I work

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah!

Man I can't imagine myself, mingle with y'all
Y'all be some pussies, ain't got no balls
I ain't no smith, my standards be

did something to my spirit
Asked my favorite rappers to show me love, they couldn't hear me
Look at em now, caught em stealing all my lyrics
Or they

enemies
The timeline ahead of me
I control that and I'm pickin' my destiny (pickin' my destiny)
The lyrics the weaponry (weaponry)
Music and comic

mind 
I can’t even focus on a constant high 
Waved good bye to all these fucking lies 
Waved good bye to all my hopes and tries 
Doing good drugs making

question, leavin' em' all guessin'(guessin')
My mind is my protection 
My weapon the equivalent to a Smith & Wesson, ready for
Apocalypse, nigga, like

Frustration, money making takin over the Stations

I gotta a lot on my mind, and a lot on my Plate
Nigga plot on mines, starting to peep out the Play
Ima value

This evil out here to get you
This evil out here to get you
Lost ones trying like all the time but not me nigga
Hollows in my Smith jo and she'll death

so full of these hardships
So I shoot my shot like J.R Smith, aye go
Sixth sense is syllables, similes and metaphors
A gorilla in the jungle and a lion

roll the grass
I see these visions man
These visions from the past

Yo man I've been wondering where the hell is Justin Smith?
I've been slowly going

the mind conflicted
Distant stayed in my lane no misfit
Hitting on every beat no misses
Wicked prioritized my lyrics
Danger I'll neva need any favors
Game up

And when I pull out my jammy get ready
Cause I might go Blaw!
How you like me now?
The ripper will not allow
You to get with Mr. Smith, don't riff
Listen

You Say (Feed my sheep)
Music, lyrics by Travis K smith 
Published by WCDAT Publishing 

Verse 1 
Started out as a kingdom kid full of fire
Made my

Okay I go super saiyan kaioken Times two 
They
Say my flow sick 
Like my lyrics got the flu 
Man I meant to go around it 
My Minds going through it

nothing
Like a Phoenix when I rise
Coming out of the flames
And every rhyme so precise
Will Smith with the aim
Feel the earth quake
As I open my eyes
I be

the ground
there's been times I felt cold
Imagined figures sold
My mind field is all I know
Had to manifest this hope
Never ever go broke
Never ever will I

an itty bitty black boy covered in placenta
Lyrics hit you like that Smith and Wesson ammo going “blammo” out the chamber
Rat-a-tatta, gotta catch ‘em all

as matte black. 
 Hard to see, can't read between the lines.
 They don't understand the plan, the gold that's in my mine.
 And out my mind, I paint pictures,

When these lyrics hit your ear, they interfere with what you hear
Cause Hawk Eye's back attacking queers
These tracks are packed with facts, my dear

From What I Was Told

Soulja Slim

I Got the Hook Up

1998

tennis
Crushed out tank on my neck
Protect my chest like a vest
No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess
Respect my rhyme because my mind is